The Y

Author: Joe

When I was 14, I was in a boys' group, part of the Y. My friends saw me get beaten as follows.

My dad was a bit of a jerk and liked things his way. He didn't know or care much about kids' feelings. He'd already told me and one of my friends that if I got home late I was going to get hit, period. I got home on time, but my friends came over too (3 of them) and we left all 4 bikes on the driveway, just a little while.

Of course, there came my dad's car and he was already mad because who the hell knows why but he was mad. And our bikes were in his way. So he came in the front, into my room and said I was in trouble, and my friends started to leave my room when he came in with his paddle. He grabbed me and brought me to the couch in my bedroom, my friends didn't have time to do anything but watch. So I had to go over his lap and take about 15 swats with his paddle with everyone watching. I had tears but wasn't really crying, although it stung my ass pretty bad. My friends went out the back, shaking their head and said bye. One of these guys kept bringing it up later on and more and more, they'd joke about me getting my ass beat and how stupid I looked just lying there getting hit.

For a while, I started to like it when they joked about it. Then a couple of weeks later, one of these guys took me to this school gym nearby. It's a Catholic school grades 9 to 12. It was like a Saturday afternoon. We played basketball, pingpong and lifted weights for a while. My friend, me and this younger kid with a big mouth were playing poker right outside the door, and I wanted to get even with my friend and said whoever lost would get 5 swats and he agreed. And he lost. So we went inside the weight room and me and this other kid gave him five swats, he was bending over a gym horse or whatever it's called. There were 3 other guys there, one older guy and two guys our age who were from Mexico. They looked a little tough,they wore tank top, T-shirt, jeans and leather shoes. But they all knew my friend and watched and were joking around a lot about him getting swatted. But it ended up turning on me again.

I'm not Catholic and it wasn't my school. They all knew him. Anyway, we went on playing poker and it looked like I was gonna get the swats this time, but I wasn't as cool as my friend and felt embarassed at the idea. So one of the strangers to me said, play three more hands and if you lose (to me) we're all gonna swat you, and pants down. At first I said no, but thinking there must be a way out I finally agreed. I think I felt nervous and somehow wanted to have it happen, after my friend was talking about my dad's punishment for several days. I don't know why I agreed. And of course, I lost the hands. So I don't know how to make this interesting but this is what happened next.

 All five of these guys who were on the weight machines approached me smiling but looking dangerous. Suddenly they grabbed me, one with a neck hold, and two or three holding my legs. My friend got a heavier pingpong paddle and put his leg on a stool and told the other guys to put me over his leg. Someone pulled my jeans and underwear down so my ass was naked. My friend gave the paddle to the older guy first, and he swatted me once but kind of missed, then he pulled my jeans down below my knees, and the guys holding my arms pulled my shirt above my chest. They put me more bent over my friend's leg, my butt up pretty high. Now it felt really awkward, with cold air on my legs and butt, and I was bent so that I had no control at all. They decided to do four swats each, total of 20. This guy finished his other 3 swats and they stung bad. Now I was nervous and awkward, I just hoped no one else came by.

These guys I almost "knew" by now even though 3 of them I'd known only a couple of hours. Then, one of the Mexican kids (my age I guess) got his leg on the stool, and they bent me over again. He took the paddle himself and gave me four solid hits on my ass without any break in between. It stung bad but I felt glad I could take it. Then in the same position, he gave the paddle to his friend and said "now you beat him good on his nalgas (butt in Spanish) and he hit me a lot harder, now I knew sitting on my butt wasnt' going to be fun Each hit I felt my nerves reacting like my whole body felt each hit. I might have been sweating, I know I was feeling weird, good to be so much center of attention, bad because this all felt strange and also, my ass was hurting bad Then for the last two they just held me, in a neck hold, and holding my legs and my arms however they did it, now my privates were also hanging loose.

Anyway, I think my friend hit the hardest of all of them, and I was just crying a little bit when they put me on my feet when it was over, and I took my time pulling my underwear up because by now I was used to it, and besides my butt was red hot. Then the other guys left and me and my friends left soon too. I can't think of any more to say about it, it felt strange, good and bad at the same time.